Crissy finds a lost stranger at the farmers market. She brings him home to see if his face would be a perfect place to drop her pussy.
Crissy wandered the bustling farmers market on a crisp Saturday morning, her basket already heavy with fresh herbs and ripe tomatoes. The air smelled of baked bread and earth, but her attention snagged on a tall stranger standing bewildered by the cheese stall, turning his phone in circles like it might suddenly offer directions. He looked lost in more ways than one, his dark hair tousled and his expression equal parts frustration and charm. She approached with a confident smile, her boots clicking on the cobblestones. “You look like a man who wandered in from another dimension. Need a map or just someone to point you toward the exit?” He glanced up, eyes widening at her directness. “Guilty as charged. GPS died, and now I’m convinced this market is a maze designed to trap tourists. Name’s Jake.” Crissy laughed, the sound sharp and inviting. “Crissy. And trust me, this place eats tourists for breakfast. Come on, I’ll get you out—unless you want to follow me home for coffee instead.”
Jake blinked, clearly caught off guard by her boldness, but the spark in his eyes matched hers. “Coffee sounds better than wandering lost. Lead the way, Crissy. Just promise no farmer’s market ambushes.” They chatted as she guided him through the stalls, her wit sparring with his dry humor. “So, what brings a city boy like you to this rural chaos?” she teased, brushing his arm accidentally on purpose. “Work conference that turned into a wrong turn,” he replied, his voice low and warm. “You always rescue strangers this smoothly?” Crissy shot him a sideways glance, her hips swaying just enough to keep his attention. “Only the ones who look like they could handle a strong woman taking charge. You seem… promising.” The tension thickened with every step, her pulse quickening at the way he matched her stride without hesitation.
By the time they reached her cozy cottage near the market’s edge, the air between them hummed with unspoken heat. Inside, Crissy set her basket down and turned to him, hands on her hips. “Strip,” she commanded, her tone playful yet firm, no room for argument. Jake raised an eyebrow but grinned, shedding his shirt to reveal a toned chest. “Bossy already? I like it.” She watched, arms crossed, as he continued, pants dropping to reveal his hardening cock already twitching with interest. “Good boy. Now on the bed—face up.” He complied, and she climbed over him, her ass hovering above his face as she positioned her wet pussy right over his mouth. “Earn that coffee,” she said, lowering herself to smother him gently at first, then with more pressure as his tongue found her clit.
Jake groaned into her dripping folds, his hands gripping her thighs while she reached down to stroke his hard cock with firm, twisting motions. “That’s it—lick deeper when you’re doing it right,” Crissy panted, her voice husky with approval. She pumped him slowly, thumb circling the head, feeling him swell under her touch. “Mmm, you’re horny for this, aren’t you? Keep going and I’ll reward you.” His tongue worked magic, lapping at her wet pussy as she ground down, ass cheeks flexing against his cheeks. Sweat beaded on her skin, her breaths coming faster as pleasure built. “Fuck, yes—right there,” she moaned, stroking his cock faster now, pre-cum making her hand slick. The room filled with the sounds of his muffled licks and her sharp gasps, tension coiling tighter with every witty exchange turned filthy.
“You’re good at following orders,” she teased between pants, increasing the pressure on his face while her fist worked his shaft in long, deliberate strokes. Jake’s hips bucked slightly, but she held control, her strong thighs pinning him. “Make me cum and I’ll finish you off properly—no blowjob until you earn it.” His tongue flicked relentlessly, driving her closer, her pussy clenching around nothing as wetness dripped onto his chin. She rode his face harder, ass smothering him fully now, her free hand bracing on the headboard. “God, your cock feels so hard in my hand—don’t stop!” The build was exquisite, dialogue fading into shared panting and moans until her orgasm crashed over her, thighs shaking as she came with a cry, juices coating his face.
Crissy lifted off just enough to catch her breath, then gripped his cock with both hands, stroking vigorously now that he’d delivered. “You did well,” she praised, her voice still laced with wit. “Time for your reward.” Her fingers flew over his length, twisting at the top, until Jake groaned and came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling across her hand and his stomach. She milked him through it, both of them sweating and panting in the aftermath. “Not bad for a lost market stray,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss his forehead. But as their eyes met, the spark promised far more than one afternoon’s heat—adventures neither had yet imagined waiting just beyond this first surrender.
Crissy is always ready to talk about your face sitting fantasy.
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